July 2013

My Summer has officially started. I had my last day at my current temp job last week, and once the clock hands tick-tocked onto 5pm, I swept all my stuff off my desk, jumped on it, flashed the office and started popping and locking to ‘School’s Out’ by Alice Cooper. (Well, sort of, what I ACTUALLY did was bring in cookies and cakes in the hope that they’ll hire me back in other times of non-acting-work-need, but that’s what I was doing in my head.) So, I headed ...

Overlooking the Old Street roundabout may not make for one of the most classically beautiful views in the world. Granted, it’s more high-rise than high-luxury. However, nestled here is the Shoreditch Grind, a hipster haven where the grind of the beans matches the grind of the city traffic outside. Anywhere with the word ‘Shoreditch’ in it’s title makes me automatically feel nervous. I’m definitely not cool enough for Shoreditch. I like Judy Garland and my snack ...

There’s an article that is doing the rounds at the moment. A very insightful, very depressing article. It’s about being an actor and how blooming tough it is. I’ve posted it here and you should probably read it if you’re an actor, or have any interest in understanding showbusiness. “The cruellest aspect of the acting business is not that it’s unfair, but that it’s merely indifferent. It gives everything to some and nothing to others; talent, ...

Last week I was a proud part of a wonderful community arts event, which, by a happy coincidence was in my home-town. Luton gets a jolly bad rap a lot of the time. It’s a bit grey, a bit ugly, a bit chavvy and seems to only make the news during reports about gangs, terrorism or being Britain’s Shittest Town (2004). BRILL. Growing up there, however, I seemed to never really notice. What was apparent for me about my home-town was the thriving Am-Dram community. Go ahead, mock am-dram all you ...